After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

Jiang Xiaoqi is three years old

He studied diligently every night, feeling that with his current knowledge, he might not be worse off than his father, who was in his thirties, in the next county-level exam.

On his third birthday, he got his own little wooden box, the kind with a lock, and the key was tied to a red string and hung around his neck.

These are all his treasures, all the rewards he received from the system over the past three years.

Haha, I'll never have to let the exploitative system cheat me out of points again! Growing up is great!

Grandpa Jiang hadn't planned to start his grandson's education so early, but he was pleasantly surprised to discover that his grandson was exceptionally talented and a promising student.

Despite Madam Jiang's objections, she resolutely decided to personally begin her grandson's education, which was quite remarkable.

No matter what kind of book it was, Sunzi had a photographic memory and could recite it backwards.

Although his little hands were weak when holding the pen, it was because he was indeed very young. After all, no matter how obscure the book was, his grandson could remember it perfectly after hearing him explain it only once.

Old Master Jiang was quite pleased with himself and wanted to announce to the world and to his ancestors that their Jiang family had produced a genius!

Even the main branch of the Jiang family in Fucheng doesn't have such an outstanding child!

He had a premonition that the future of their Jiang family's longevity village depended on his grandson!

If the Chiang family changes its allegiance in the future, the sons will be out of luck, but the grandsons have a very good chance.

We must hire a renowned teacher! We cannot allow our own actions to jeopardize the grandson who is the reincarnation of the God of Literature!

"Old Zhang, I heard your grandson is studying at the county school. I wonder what the teachers there are like?"

After making inquiries, Old Master Jiang found out that only Zhang the landlord's grandson was studying at the county school. He wanted to compare the county school with several other schools nearby, since he had put down his books for many years.

He wasn't confident he could teach his grandson well, and he dared not entrust his grandson to his unreliable son. His son only passed the imperial examination at the age of thirty-five, ten years later than him.

"The teachers at the county school are quite good. There are four scholars who have passed the county-level imperial examinations and one scholar who has passed the provincial-level imperial examinations. However, the scholar who has passed the provincial-level imperial examinations only teaches students who have already passed the county-level imperial examinations."

What? Brother Jiang, do you want Wenqing to go to the county school?

"Um, yes, I do have that idea."

Bah, that good-for-nothing son isn't worth me running around for.

"Then you'll have to take lessons from the Xiucai (a scholar who passed the county-level imperial examinations). But those Xiucai are all government-subsidized students; they're more than capable of teaching your son."

Landlord Jiang was a little disappointed. He wanted to find a great Confucian scholar to be his grandson's teacher, but the reality was that the most capable people he could come into contact with were the county school's scholars and those who had passed the imperial examinations.

It's quite remarkable that a small county with a small population could have such a teaching staff, but Landlord Jiang felt that there was still something lacking in teaching his grandson, the God of Literature.

Then let the son go. If he has a scholar as his father tomorrow, his reputation will be better.

By making use of what was useless, Jiang Wenqing somehow got into the county school and continued to strive for the provincial examination, working hard for the sake of his precious son's reputation.

Jiang Xiaoqi was unaware that his grandfather was secretly worrying a great deal about his future.

She still acts cute during the day and showers her mother and two older sisters with compliments every day.

As soon as I close my eyes at night, I start agonizing over the essays; these rigid, formulaic writings are truly difficult.

He can understand it, but to create his own is really asking too much of him.

He had also practiced the county-level exam mock tests, which mainly involved memorization, so he dared to say that he was confident of passing the county-level exam.

However, if one wanted to pass the imperial examination, the eight-legged essay was unavoidable.

He couldn't tell which dynasty this was, but it resembled the Song Dynasty in history, though the emperor's surname didn't match.

After reading many books about this era, I gradually gained a clear understanding of this place. This Great Zhou is not the Great Zhou of history, and it has never produced a female emperor.

However, the social hierarchy of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants was the same, which is why he still studied diligently despite his dislike of the unscrupulous system.

There is no fairness here. Wealth is no substitute for family background, and a single word from someone in a position of power can ruin the future of an individual or an entire family.

His best chance of success here is to enter officialdom and become one of the most influential people in all social classes.

Occasionally, I miss the days when I was a beast of burden. I constantly urge myself not to relax. If I encounter an unstable situation, the higher I stand, the faster and more agile I can run.

The tiny, translucent figure is contemplating life and future direction, while its mother is making a purse nearby.

The years are quiet.

"Mom, today I went to the street and met Grandpa Wang and his apprentice. Grandpa Wang said I have a talent for medicine and even gave me a beauty recipe."

"Oh? Not only is our Ming'er good at studying, but he also has a talent for medicine? Then why did Grandpa Wang give you a prescription? How could such a little person understand it?"

"Mother, I don't know why, but I really understand it. The medicinal herbs inside aren't uncommon. Let's go to the pharmacy and buy them to make our own beauty pills."

"Let your mother see." Lin Yueniang thought it was just a child playing around and didn't take it seriously. Some medicinal herbs didn't cost much money, so she just treated it as a way to amuse the child.

"Cui'er, get the medicine according to the prescription. Go to several different places to prevent the prescription from being leaked."

"Got it, ma'am."

Jiang Xiaoqi had been holding back for three years, but he finally couldn't hold back any longer. Mainly, he felt sorry for Lin Yueniang because of her increasingly aged appearance.

Back when I was thirty-eight, I worked like a beast of burden from dawn till dusk, and I still looked much younger than Lin Yueniang, who is thirty-five now.

Is this what they mean by having children making you age faster?

In her previous life, she was a spinster who was unmarried and childless, while Lin Yueniang had given birth to three children.

Will having a child make you age faster?

His treasure chest contained more than forty youth-preserving pills; well, the system was just too uncreative.

It's been three years, and the prize pool still hasn't been updated much; there are only six or seven items to choose from.

He wanted to give his mother a youth-preserving pill, but he couldn't explain where it came from.

Today he really did meet Doctor Wang and actually got a simple beauty prescription, but it wasn't given to him by Doctor Wang; he bought it with his own money.

However, he doesn't need the prescription to work, since he's not going to actually take the medicine prescribed.

It was just a cover.

Cui'er returned quickly and bought the medicine from three different pharmacies.

Next came the preparation of the medicine; she was incredibly quick and efficient.

Jiang Xiaoqi made an excuse to get Cui'er away from the medicine pot, found a rag to put down, and poured out the bubbling medicine.

She quickly poured the water back into the kettle and took out ten youth-preserving pills that she had prepared beforehand, throwing them into the water.

Fortunately, the fire was strong, and the water boiled quickly, bubbling away. The pills in the water gradually dissolved as Jiang Xiaoqi stirred them continuously.

The color was almost the same as before, except this pot had no dregs, only a thick medicinal broth.

When Cui'er returned, she glanced at the room but didn't notice anything unusual.

"Mother, the medicine is ready. I tasted it and it's not bitter at all."

Although Lin Yueniang knew that Doctor Wang's prescription would not be wrong, she did not want to take medicine when she was not sick. However, looking at her son's expectant eyes, she picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp without thinking.

"Huh? It's really not bitter at all, it's cool and refreshing, quite comfortable."

"Mother, this is a beauty and health recipe. Drinking it will make you more beautiful and younger. You need to continue taking it tomorrow. We brewed a lot this time. Aunt Cui'er and I will make the medicine into pills later so it will be more convenient to take in the future."

"Good, good, good, my son is so filial."

That night, Lin Yueniang felt a burning sensation all over her body, as if she had been stung by bees, both painful and itchy.